June 3
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

When Did I Become So Indecisive?

Wow, June! How did that happen?  Why did I dissapear for so long?  Sorry about that!  There was no real reason beyond your basic feeling of utter lethargy.  When last we spoke, I was jabbering about Dr. Ballshow.  From that entry, it was amazing, some of the email I got.  Okay, you know, you've all--for the most part--been reading me for a long time.  I would think that sending me uptight, buttclenched mail about how WRONG I would be to try and get Dr. Ballshow fired because what did WORK have to do with him shoving his BALLS OUT IN MY FACE blah blah blah.  Uh, hello?  I was KIDDING, settle the fuck down.  Jesus.  I did, in case you were wondering, hand the letter over to Stephan.  Now, whenever he sees me (which admittedly hasn't been terribly often over the past few weeks.  I have been AWFUL about getting to the gym.  More about that in a minute) he looks at me as though we've exchanged some terribly naughty joke.  It's very strange.  I was convinced nothing would come of it, but that I did what I needed to do, so I was pretty surprised when I got a letter from Ballys, some fancy person at the BALLYS HEADQUARTERS or wherever, telling me how very seriously they were looking into my letter.  Right.  I'm not holding my breath.

I'm coming to the end of my training sessions with Steve, and I have to confess, I'm kind of undecided about what to do.  On the one hand, I like him.  I like lifting weights and know that I'm not going to do it on my own, at Ballys.   On the other hand, he let me know that the price for trainers is going up.  I'd paid something like $780 dollars for the previous 24, and the next are going to be $918.  NINE HUNDRED EIGHTEEN DOLLARS.  Is it worth it?  I can't decide.  I may just do like I said, and leave Ballys alltogether, find another gym somewhere else.  Gah, I'm so stupid.  Why can't I just make a plan and stick to it?  I like Bally's okay. I like that they have TVs for me to watch when I use the crosstrainer, and I like Steve.  I don't know if I like him 900 dollars worth--especially because I HAVEN'T LOST ANY WEIGHT, or gained any discernible muscle tone.  Yeah, I know.  I need to get out.  But! To be fair to Steve, I haven't paid much attention to what I've been eating recently.  I have the summer Fuck Yous, and big time.

As fascinating as I'm sure this is for all of you to read, I think I might just stop talking about it now, while I'm still awake.  Could I possibly be more noncommital about something?  Jesus.  It's a GYM, and one I'm lukewarm about at best.  Fucking gym.
 
 
 

Work Type Bullshit:
 
 
 

Haiku for Deletion:

where there were once words
now there is gentle haiku
too much sharing: bad
 
 
 

the other day, long ago   =   home   =   email   =   tomorrow
 
 
 
 

Aren't you glad you waited, what, two weeks for this, almost?  Wasn't it worth it?  Heh.  I've got the summer crazies.  Bear with me.